Sprawled Soilware
02/2021

In the depths of the universe, in the magma of the earth, in the atoms of the material world dense bodies loom, so dark and gravitational no light escapes them. No one knows if they are animals or minerals or both. Generally, the stable timespace manifold keeps the pull of their event horizon separated from human sensory perception. There are whispers however, that with the swelling eruption of cosmic flares portals have been broken open. Here, the event horizon breathes and inflates—beckoning the interface where dark bodies tickle with their tongues, suction with their orifices, nibble with their tiny teeth and caress with the enormous tips of their feelers the skin, the glands, the eyeballs, the bottom of the feet of the user at the cusp of the portal threshold...

The Hungarian artist group Hollow (formerly known as Szeri-Páll-Muskovics) teams up with Berlin-based Omsk Social Club to explore the organic and inorganic depths of the dark unknown. Merging the methodologies of contemporary dance, sound, poetics, augmented reality (AR) and real game play (RGP), the group stages a consensual hallucination as multimedia performance project, inviting participants to become absorbed, estranged or both.

A Co-Production by SIN Arts Centre & Montag Modus

Partners: Katlan Group, art quarter budapest, Divadlo X10, Collegium Hungaricum Berlin

Supported by IKF Goethe Institut

SPRAWLED SOILWARE: WINDSPEED
02/2021

CHAPTER 1: WINDSPEED

WINDSPEED runs on the mental algorithm also known as apophenia.

WINDSPEED explores walking as a psychoactive substance or embodied cybermancy.

WINDSPEED is an experience, a shared memory of fiction and reality, in which the dying embers of fourth-wall separation can either cool or encode something new...In the year 2021, Mercury’s position on February’s full moon creates the unique conjuncture which allows Thermadite, spawnbot of Windspeed, to hijack the telecommunications network of Telegram. The chat becomes a site where timespace distorts into a nonconsensual hallucination. You allow yourself to be charmed into the waking dream of a lucid trail.The veils have thinned…

Face the stroke of Thermadite’s tendrils here: https://www.instagram.com/thermadite/

Sound: Cammack Lindsey

Videographers: Alexander Iezzi, Gergely Ofner

Photo documentation: Lisa Koch

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